Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 955: Chapter 955 Supernatural

Ross groaned, his grip tightening in Nina’s hair even as his other hand slid down to entwine with Carrie’s.

Her tongue was eager, swirling and stroking with shameless enthusiasm.

She licked and sucked as though she had been starving for this, and the wet sounds of her mouth filled the room.

Nina broke the kiss, her breath ragged.

She looked down, her cheeks flushed with both lust and irritation.

"You sneaky little vixen," she muttered, but her own competitiveness blazed stronger.

Not to be outdone, she tugged at Ross’s shirt, pulling it open to reveal his sculpted chest.

She bent low, trailing hot kisses down his throat, across his collarbone, until she reached his chest.

She claimed one nipple between her lips, sucking hard as her hand slid lower, stroking his abs possessively.

Ross tilted his head back, savoring the war that was playing out on his body.

The blonde clinging to his chest, desperate to prove she could claim his mouth and torso, and the raven-haired beauty kneeling below, worshipping his cock like a devoted disciple.

The sight was intoxicating.

The sounds—Nina’s breathless moans, Carrie’s wet slurps, his own ragged growl—wove together into a symphony of lust.

"You two are perfect," Ross rumbled, his voice rough with pleasure.

His hand tightened in Carrie’s hair, guiding her rhythm, while his other slid down Nina’s back, cupping her ass and pulling her tighter against him.

"Compete. Show me how much you want me. Make me believe it."

The command only spurred them on.

Nina moved up again and kissed him harder, biting his lip lightly before dragging her mouth lower again, while Carrie moaned around his length, her tongue working feverishly as though to prove she alone could make him lose control.

Watching them fight for him, Ross felt the fire build inside. He smirked to himself.

This night wasn’t just going to be passionate—it was going to be explosive.

Ross basked in the sensation of being worshipped, his body sinking into the cushions as he let his women work.

For several long minutes he didn’t move, didn’t command, didn’t even think—he simply allowed their devotion to wash over him.

Every flick of their tongues, every hungry breath, fed his pride as much as it did his pleasure.

Nina had been reluctant to leave his lips, her heart racing when she finally pulled away, but she understood she couldn’t let Carrie dominate the moment.

Her descent across his body was slow and deliberate, each kiss and lick an open display of her desire.

When she reached his nipples, she lingered, teasing and sucking until Ross grunted his approval.

That sound spurred her on, and she slid lower still, her dark hair brushing across his chest as she made her way to his waist.

Carrie was already there, her blonde hair spilling down as she licked up and down Ross’s thick shaft with steady determination.

She glanced sideways when Nina joined her, a spark of challenge in her eyes, but she shifted slightly to make room.

The competition wasn’t erased, merely reshaped into something more enticing—cooperation.

"Hmmmm..." Nina hummed as her tongue pressed to the base of Ross’s cock.

Carrie followed her lead, and for a moment their mouths nearly touched as they worked opposite ends of his length.

Their breaths mingled, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they moved in rhythm.

Ross let out a deep, satisfied groan.

The sight was intoxicating—one woman raven-haired, the other golden, both kneeling, their soft lips trailing worship across his swollen cock.

Their tongues glided up and down, sometimes meeting at the tip, sometimes parting to kiss along his shaft or cradle his heavy balls.

The sight of them side by side, cooperating so perfectly, burned itself into his mind.

Nina’s hand slipped up to stroke what her lips could not reach, her slender fingers wrapping tightly as she licked just beneath the crown.

Carrie, not to be outdone, leaned lower, taking his balls into her mouth one at a time, rolling them gently across her tongue before licking the sensitive skin.

Ross’s breath hitched sharply, his hand clenching into the cushions.

"Sexy girls..." he muttered, his voice low, reverberating with pleasure.

His praise only spurred them further, their movements faster, hungrier.

The room filled with wet sounds—the slick glide of their tongues, the faint slurp as they sucked, and Ross’s rough groans breaking through.

Time seemed to blur for him, his body trembling with restrained power, caught between the rivalry and devotion of two beautiful women who seemed intent on worshipping him until he broke.

For most men, this would have been the peak of fantasy. For Ross, it was only the beginning of his night.

Five minutes of relentless teasing, licking, and stroking was all Ross could take before his body reached the edge.

The pressure coiled tight inside him, threatening to spill over at any second.

He leaned his head back, his breaths heavy, savoring the way both women fought for his pleasure.

"I’m close... almost there," Ross warned, his voice rough, commanding.

His words only made Carrie and Nina more desperate.

Their tongues sped up, their lips sealing against his cock as though they could coax every drop from him.

Their eyes never left his face, hungry for the moment they had been working toward.

And then it came.

Pew...

Pew...

Pew!

Ross groaned, his body tensing as his climax ripped through him.

A flood of thick seed burst forth, the first shot striking across their cheeks, followed by another painting their foreheads, and then more still.

The sheer force made their heads jolt back slightly, yet they didn’t falter.

Instead, Carrie and Nina moved instinctively in perfect unison, opening their mouths wide, tongues extended to catch his release.

Strand after strand coated their waiting tongues before spilling over their lips and dripping down their chins.

They swallowed what they could, but there was simply too much.

Ross’s climax didn’t end with a few bursts—it kept going, his cock throbbing with power as he unloaded torrents of seed.